You should have been a ned
But you were born in '65
When the Specials had their moment

You and your thick pals said fine
We have more than snorting speed to do
We have a way of life

We are more than morons fighting
We are skins until we die
So!


Say something special to me... Boy!
Say something special to me... Girl!


You used to shave your head
But now a polish is fine

Without a doubt you were the lout
Of 1979
Waistband expands as hands

Still grab for lager drink it to the beat
Keep-keep-on-keeping on you $#&@er
Keep those boots upon your feet

So!

Say something special to me... Boy!

Say something special to me... Girl!

You're the meanest little dickhead

On provincial street
But when a little boy had fallen down
You bought him a sweet

You love the Queen you loved her mother
Just like your own mum
You're such a bloody moron

You're just so $#&@ing dumb
So!


Say something special to me... Boy!
Say something special to me... Girl!